The Plan of the Terminally-Ill Wife's Divorce (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 149

The man, who had somehow slipped inside and was casually surveying the interior, pointed out the shabby state of the annex quarters. Anette’s face flushed red.

“I was told the main estate assigned you a maid. She must be quite negligent. It seems there isn’t even a night watch.”

“The maid commutes—she doesn’t stay overnight.”

“She should be on standby at all times.”

His voice carried a hint of puzzlement, as if he were muttering to himself that he ought to ask Lady Ygritte about it.

Lady Ygritte. Recalling that woman—always smiling yet crushing her beneath her heel—made Anette’s chest tighten uncomfortably. Anette was especially vulnerable to those who ignored her.

Seeing Anette like this, the man’s brief flicker of interest vanished.

“You really are a southern lady.”

His tone was tinged with pity.

“You’re not strong enough to survive this winter.”

Not a single person here had ever spoken of the south with good intentions. Anette trembled slightly and murmured,

“…Yes, I’m from the south.”

At her barely whispered words, his sympathy deepened. She saw him give a small shake of his head.

“I hope this place can become your greenhouse. The harsh winds outside seem too much for you.”

Long after the man had left, Anette finally burst into sobs—“Woo-wook”—overwhelmed by an inexplicable sorrow.

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